Friday, January 10, 2014

Last year -- 2013 -- was the year that words went on strike. Written, read, on paper, in print, in my head -- all spaces were wordless; all fearfully blank. Words were lost in the void of the daily. (Ironic, I know, considering my first post of last year, proclaiming it to be a year of words).

Instead, 2013 was a year of colour. When words deserted me, colour stepped in as a back-up language. Hence, my ever increasing love of sewing -- which, really, is simply a love of taking one colour and putting it next to another colour to see what they have to say. (Quilts simply take those bits of paired fabric and put them to use).

So here, at the start of 2014, I have learnt enough not to make predictions for the future. I simply want to make more of an effort to record. And more of an effort to encourage. So, here's to a new year, and to three paragraphs, at least, that have formed themselves and made their way out into the world!